At Market Basket last Wednesday, I was overcome by the need to hurl myself into the potato display. That raw, starchy fume— burned ham, table wine, swallowed syllables. It smells like a memory with its elbows out, wool sweaters, sweat, cigarettes that clung for days. I ache to press my fingers into each tuber’s dirt-ringed […]
Hillary Smith-Maddern
Hillary Smith-Maddern is an educator and committed dilettante. She enjoys diving into the shallow end of everything and scrolling casually through JSTOR. She aspires to fake her death and never return to America. She will obviously take her cats with her.